| Song | Bi-Polar |
| Artist | Kottonmouth Kings |
| Album | Hidden Stash II: The Kream of the Krop |
| Wasted away, trapped in their maze | |
| Gotta get out | |
| My punk rock’s dirty, my hip hop’s clean | |
| One side has rust the other triple beam | |
| One side is crazy, phat the other’s pissed | |
| And mean half of me’s got problems | |
| The other lives a dream | |
| Well, I'm bi-polar, | |
| I'm confused | |
| Split personality, | |
| I don't know which to chose | |
| One side is filthy rich, the other is dirt poor | |
| Count me out a thousand times, | |
| I still come back for more | |
| We barely just began but already you're done | |
| Get your ass up off the couch and roll another for fun' | |
| Cause I ain't even begun barely dented my stash | |
| Open your eyes and grab a pipe or else it’s time for you to dash | |
| Where you gonna go when it’s time to dash | |
| Grab your sack, don’t forget your cash | |
| Life moves fast gotta chose your path | |
| Live while you live 'cuz it might be your last | |
| Watch your back it might be over | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel bi-polar | |
| I get confused | |
| I don't know where to go | |
| So I stop, slow the tempo | |
| I ain't got hours in my day to smoke with people like you | |
| Wastin' my minutes like a cell phone that you merely abuse | |
| With crooked views at first, | |
| I questioned and these unpaid dues | |
| Confuse me not, no second guessin' session veterans never lose | |
| Grab your pipe 'cuz you look confused | |
| Rockin' the mic with your unpaid dues | |
| Life’s a bitch we win or lose | |
| How many people don’t got a clue | |
| Don't got a clue gotta figure it out | |
| Kottonmouth | |
| Kings will put it in your mouth | |
| Eeh haw, don’t feed the donkeys me and my honkeys | |
| Smoke that sonkey | |
| Yer done, go to bed, pipe it, bye | |
| Got nothin' | |
| Got nothing to say | |
| The system is full of sharks, the water’s not that deep | |
| A bunch of dirty sharks are snapping at my sleeve | |
| Their poisoning my weed, | |
| I think I'm gonna bleed | |
| And now I'm gonna jump | |
| Well, I'm bi-polar, | |
| I'm confused | |
| Split personality, | |
| I don't know which to chose | |
| One side is filthy rich, the other is dirt poor | |
| Count me out a thousand times, | |
| I still come back for more | |
| Suburbs surprise open your eyes and get a grip on your scene | |
| Realize your life’s alive and not a fairytale dream | |
| Most comfortable with slow flow shows, how | |
| I like my things | |
| And never pass a packed bowl, unless you know there’s some green | |
| Like whoa, burning to the floor | |
| I'm feelin' faded give me some more | |
| Drank a beer and rolled a splif | |
| I do what | |
| I do you suck my dick | |
| If you don't like it | |
| I don't give a fuck | |
| I just took a shit and | |
| I just threw up | |
| Blow it out your butt and out my throat | |
| I choke and slow the tempo | |
| Going, going, gone just put it out of the park | |
| Another win for home team just put the bite with our bark | |
| Just brought some light to the dark another dot hit the mark | |
| You’ll never get your bowl burnin' if you don’t got the spark | |
| Pick it back up 'cuz you might get piped | |
| Slow your roll, put your shoes on tight | |
| Too much smokin' you might get done | |
| I'm done, nothin' no one | |
| One side throw up | |
| The other side full of love | |
| How many live today, got nothing but a big phat blunt | |
| You're done | |
| Got nothin', got nothing to say | |
| Got nothin' | |
| You're done |
| Wasted away, trapped in their maze | |
| Gotta get out | |
| My punk rock' s dirty, my hip hop' s clean | |
| One side has rust the other triple beam | |
| One side is crazy, phat the other' s pissed | |
| And mean half of me' s got problems | |
| The other lives a dream | |
| Well, I' m bipolar, | |
| I' m confused | |
| Split personality, | |
| I don' t know which to chose | |
| One side is filthy rich, the other is dirt poor | |
| Count me out a thousand times, | |
| I still come back for more | |
| We barely just began but already you' re done | |
| Get your ass up off the couch and roll another for fun' | |
| Cause I ain' t even begun barely dented my stash | |
| Open your eyes and grab a pipe or else it' s time for you to dash | |
| Where you gonna go when it' s time to dash | |
| Grab your sack, don' t forget your cash | |
| Life moves fast gotta chose your path | |
| Live while you live ' cuz it might be your last | |
| Watch your back it might be over | |
| Sometimes | |
| I feel bipolar | |
| I get confused | |
| I don' t know where to go | |
| So I stop, slow the tempo | |
| I ain' t got hours in my day to smoke with people like you | |
| Wastin' my minutes like a cell phone that you merely abuse | |
| With crooked views at first, | |
| I questioned and these unpaid dues | |
| Confuse me not, no second guessin' session veterans never lose | |
| Grab your pipe ' cuz you look confused | |
| Rockin' the mic with your unpaid dues | |
| Life' s a bitch we win or lose | |
| How many people don' t got a clue | |
| Don' t got a clue gotta figure it out | |
| Kottonmouth | |
| Kings will put it in your mouth | |
| Eeh haw, don' t feed the donkeys me and my honkeys | |
| Smoke that sonkey | |
| Yer done, go to bed, pipe it, bye | |
| Got nothin' | |
| Got nothing to say | |
| The system is full of sharks, the water' s not that deep | |
| A bunch of dirty sharks are snapping at my sleeve | |
| Their poisoning my weed, | |
| I think I' m gonna bleed | |
| And now I' m gonna jump | |
| Well, I' m bipolar, | |
| I' m confused | |
| Split personality, | |
| I don' t know which to chose | |
| One side is filthy rich, the other is dirt poor | |
| Count me out a thousand times, | |
| I still come back for more | |
| Suburbs surprise open your eyes and get a grip on your scene | |
| Realize your life' s alive and not a fairytale dream | |
| Most comfortable with slow flow shows, how | |
| I like my things | |
| And never pass a packed bowl, unless you know there' s some green | |
| Like whoa, burning to the floor | |
| I' m feelin' faded give me some more | |
| Drank a beer and rolled a splif | |
| I do what | |
| I do you suck my dick | |
| If you don' t like it | |
| I don' t give a fuck | |
| I just took a shit and | |
| I just threw up | |
| Blow it out your butt and out my throat | |
| I choke and slow the tempo | |
| Going, going, gone just put it out of the park | |
| Another win for home team just put the bite with our bark | |
| Just brought some light to the dark another dot hit the mark | |
| You' ll never get your bowl burnin' if you don' t got the spark | |
| Pick it back up ' cuz you might get piped | |
| Slow your roll, put your shoes on tight | |
| Too much smokin' you might get done | |
| I' m done, nothin' no one | |
| One side throw up | |
| The other side full of love | |
| How many live today, got nothing but a big phat blunt | |
| You' re done | |
| Got nothin', got nothing to say | |
| Got nothin' | |
| You' re done |